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“Any ideas on where to go?”

Brad looked at Tyler with a shrug and took a swig of the beer he had in his hand. It was probably his eighth one of the night, and he was pleasantly enjoying the inebriated state he was in. “We could go to another bar.”

Alicia rolled her eyes at the tall football player with a laugh at that idea. “We've been bar-hopping all night, let's change it up a little.”

“Fine, let's do something else.” Brad proceeded to chug the rest of his can and crush it in his hand, tossing it aside to the curb. Glancing around at the brightly lit signs of the many downtown attractions, his eyes zeroed in on what he wanted.

“There.”

“Where?” Malcolm, another in the party asked. “I thought we agreed on not another bar.”

“The one next to it dumbass,” Brad snorted, his finger pointed aggressively at the façade of a strip club.

“The Blow Hole?” Alicia scoffed. What kind of name is that?” She crossed her arms over her chest unimpressed. “There better be some dick I can suck in there or else I’m leaving.” She noticed Tyler step up and push out his crotch making her gag. “Ugh, fuck off. You, not in a million years.”

Tyler brushed past her and sauntered across the street to the entrance, winking back at the group. “There will be now once I go in, Alicia!”

The brunette scowled at him, even as her cheeks secretly went a little red. She was relieved to find that the other two had bolted over to meet Tyler. Pushing that away, she ran to catch up, just as the three went through the front door.

Inside they were met with a grandeur site that none of them expected. Thriving with activity, the place was packed with people, staff, and dancers alike all flowing with the music that set the perfect mood. Nearly every table and chair were filled with patrons, each enjoying their individual shows while waitresses of all shapes and sizes tended to empty glasses and those waving their wallets in need for more entertainment.

“This place is insane!” Malcolm gasped as he gaped at the scene before him.

“Who do we go to first?” Brad asked excitedly ad he scanned the array of various women. A blonde stripper was twirling on a pole surrounded by at least twenty men fawning over her. Bills tossed themselves at her feet like confetti. Another, a tall brunette was giving a lap dance, while several others just plain teased men that sat at the tables. There were even a couple anthro dancers singing a duet number.

“Let's see if those blonde twins over near table 7 will give us a blow job!” Tyler offered excitedly as he spent no time waiting for an answer.

“Hey wait up! I want in!” Brad scrambled. He was about to rush over when an uproar of applause and cheering turned his attention to the elevated stage at the heart of the club. Eager to see what the commotion was about, he hopped onto a chair nearby and gazed at the new arrival.

“The one and only ravishing Dahlia!”

Brad watched in awe as this character bowed with the announcer's booming voice. But he was more awestruck by how she looked above all else. Everything about her screamed thicc and full. From her stunningly tall stature, to her bosom that could rival overinflated beachballs, a jiggling paunch, and the wide set of hips and thighs. But most shocking of all was the monstrous cock that bobbed up and down on her heaving pink sac as she waved her greetings to the world. And to sew it all together were the bovine features like horns, snout, tail, and black and white splotched fur all over that completed her looks.

Dahlia smiled at all her fans and spun for their enjoyment. Her much-too-small outfit allowed her generous assets to bulge and wobble tantalizingly as she did. She brought her hands up to mush her tits together much to the pleasure of the audience.

“How does she look everyone?” the announcer beckoned.

More hollering and whistling. Brad had noticed Tyler and Malcolm mesmerized by her as well.

“Alright! That's what we like to hear! Now…” the voice continued as soon as the crowd calmed slightly. “…Dahlia is desiring for a robust individual to share an evening with… Any brave souls to sate her insatiable appetite?”

The words grabbed onto Brad and his spiking horny brain. Fidgeting, he darted his eyes around at the people gathered, yearning to leap at the opportunity.

Dahlia proceeded to sidestep and sashay her hips letting her massive ass and bulk to wobble around like a vat of jello.

“Don't be nervous now… she doesn’t bite…” the man's voice enticed with a laugh. “…at least not now.”

Brad watched in nervous desire as this bovine beauty lifted her five-foot cock in her hands and waved it around playfully, pointing it at various people in the audience.

He was sure it was the alcohol talking but his hand shot up like he was electrocuted. Waving it around like crazy, he saw Dahlia lock eyes with him, a smile growing on her face.

“Lucky man in the back!” the man shouted. The crowd turned to cheer for Brad as a spotlight lit up the area where he was, showing the drunken grin all over his face.

Brad waved animatedly, raking in all the attention he could get as the crowd continued to cheer.

“Who might you be, young man?” the man boomed encouragingly.

“Brad!” the jock shouted back, taking a step up to stand on the table proudly. His smile just grew as the cacophony tuned itself into a rhythmic chant of his name over and over again.

“Well! Come forward and claim Miss Dahlia as yours for the evening!”

Brad didn’t hesitate a second and leapt from his ‘throne.' He stumbled a bit as he landed, finding his friends rushing up to him in a frenzy.

“Dude her cock is huge!”

“Forget about that, her curves are deadly!”

“Imagine getting a piece of that!”

Alicia watched with an eyebrow raised as the three horndogs babbled incessantly about the SBBW up on stage. “Guys. Guys. Assholes!”

“What?” Tyler spat.

“Do you keep every woman waiting?” the blonde scowled. She jabbed her finger in the direction of the stage.

“Relax, mom.”

Alicia expression darkened as she narrowed her eyes. It was enough for them to get moving and she followed in tow as they strode up the aisle that formed within the crowd. However, she could see several patrons turning to one another almost with what looked like concern.

“He must be a new guy…”

“Is she going to have all four of them?”

“I sure hope Dahlia isn't too hungry…”

“Oh man…they're in for a big night.”

“Nice knowing ya…”

The more she heard, the more confused she got. She kept hearing musings of how hungry this bovine was. Chancing a glance up at Dahlia, she could see the extremely full figure she had. Maybe she had a thing for food? She hoped they weren't just going to stuff this cow with junk food. She was brought out of her disgruntled state when she heard Brad's annoying voice.

“You want me to bring this baggage along?”

Alicia was about to lift her arm and slug his stupid skull off his shoulders when the tall cow-woman spoke.

“Not baggage darling…an audience!” Dahlia corrected. Her voice was smooth like honey, yet so intoxicatingly alluring. She gestured broadly to his friends welcomingly. “I'd be happy to have you.”

Even with such a small gesture, her size up close was immensely intimidating. With her being a good two heads taller than Malcolm at 6'2, she towered over them.

“Ugh, well if they have to, then fine,” Brad whined as he gave his friends a disgusted sneer. “As long as you spend the most time on me, you hear me?”

Dahlia lifted an eyebrow with a little giggle that sent her whole body in a ripple of jiggling. “Such a feisty spirit, heh, I love it!”

Alicia noticed the huge woman lick her lips as she practically eyed Brad like he was a five-course dinner. The word ‘hunger’ kept bouncing around her head.

“I'll definitely…definitely spend my time on you…” she whispered sultrily. With a swoop of the arm, Dahlia led the four from the stage and out through a set of doors. She made sure to give her drunken party a show of her swaying rump and a few tail flicks before guiding them into another room.

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